There lies the forest,

beyond my reach,

a strange little humming,

of a life that is beyond my control.

Trapped I am,

in this never-ending routine,

predictable and linear,

no deviation from its course.

A strange little inevitability,

etched into all of us,

yet how so is it,

that self awareness came to me,

but try I act different,

and an outcast from society?

To change the tale,

the result just might fail.

But let the paths twist and turn,

let them end suddenly,

to get out of this little programmed life.

All I want,

is just to breathe.